Listen - man is a child of Nature. When he turns against his mother - he's done! He may not find out about it right away, but he will.

By mid-morning a rain as fine as silk spills was weaving over the lake.

But one had to go back to the beginning of things, always. Trace the thread of life - find the knot - untangle it.

it was a sly trick of God's to give a man work to do - it kept him from asking questions that God couldn't answer.

A false vision was better than none.

God, what pathetic creatures had inherited the earth, to walk a little while with their eyes upon the stars and turn their gaze too soon upon the ground that held their feet!

Religion is passionate, reckless, destructive, idol-smashing. It's a martyr burning at the stake. It's a crown of thorns and a cross.